The Young Luna novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

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"Wow you're amazing" Seth commented, stepping into the garden as an arrow flew from my bow and hit the target with a satisfying thud.

"I've been slacking with my training" I replied.

"Take a compliment freckles". He walked up to me, as I lowered my bow. I smiled up at him, loving how his blue eyes sparkled like he always knew something you didn't. He leant down and pecked my lips. "I've made dinner reservations for seven" he told me.

"Awesome. I'll come grab a shower, I still had mud on me from soccer".

"Can I have a go first?" Seth asked, reaching for my bow. I smiled softly at him before handing him the bow and grabbing him an arrow. He looked glorious, in his pressed suit, bow in hand. He looked beautiful and strong, it sent a shiver down my body and straight to my panties.

However, the illusion broke the moment I handed Seth an arrow as his finger clumsily tried to load it and hold the bow up – he was all fingers and thumbs. I reached up and helped him get into position. When I was happy with his position, I moved back.

His arms instantly moved position without him realising, but he released the arrow before I could ever correct him. The arrow dive bombed and didn't even get twenty meters. "Well...that was shit" Seth muttered, looking almost embarrassed as I laughed softly.

"Here" I said, grabbing another arrow. I moved behind him and forced him to crouch before I jumped onto his back. He laughed as he repositioned me, holding my weight on his back. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, anchoring myself to him. "Right, hold the bow back up".

Seth did as I said, as my arms came around him and helped him hold it properly and load his bow. I was pressed firmly against his back, my hands over his – holding the bow and arrow in the best position I could manage. "Alright, hold all the strength here" I instructed him, and I felt his bicep flex against me. I adjusted his hands once more, helping him pull the string taunt. "And release" I whispered into his ear.

A soft shiver went down his spine, before he let the arrow fly. We held our breaths before the arrow hit the target – well it the bottom corner of the board I had drawn the target on. "Hey I almost got that one" Seth grinned proudly. I laughed softly, pecking his cheek, before jumping down from his back.

After I showered and blow dried my hair, I noticed Seth setting out a black suit – slightly more polished than his normal suits. So I knew that jeans and sneakers wouldn't do for the dinner we'd be going to.

I looked through the clothing my mother had brought me before I left. Most of it was too out of my comfort zone, but I finally settled on a plain black dress that was light and flowing – it stopped on my mid thigh. I paired it with a pair of plain black flats and a red cardigan. In the bathroom, I put my hair into a smart bun on the top of my head.

But I still looked younger than I'd like, which was annoying as finally Seth and I were going to do something as a couple and I didn't look worthy to be at his side. My mother had brought me a large box of makeup and I decided that I wanted to try it out.

I had seen my mother and TV characters put makeup enough time, that I had a rough idea. I took out a dark foundation, which my mother had told me was the perfect tone. So I took a small amount onto my face and rubbed it in, watching in amazement as my freckles disappeared and instantly making me look my age.

It shocked me, in that moment, how much I had changed in just over a week with being Seth. Before I wouldn't have dared try to wear any makeup because I didn't care what people thought of me. And, I still didn't care. But I didn't want Seth to get in trouble if some people thought he was taking advantage of a young girl.

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I made sure the makeup was thoroughly rubbed in, before pulling out mascara and gently putting some on. It made my eyes stand out and look slightly bigger. I looked at the reflection that was looking back at me and for the first time in my life, I liked the person smiling back at me. I looked pretty, not sexy or drop dead beautiful, but pretty enough that I felt good about myself.

"You look different" Seth said, as I walked downstairs. I paused and looked down at myself self-consciously.

"Different?" I frowned.